lips in laughter

tonight seems to be embracing my heavy boots

telling me i'm hardly even the stale fragment of a shadow

a watered down version of some probable supporting character

and i need more words to take up space to make this entry valid

blah blah blah blah

i'll reply "i don't know" to most questions

just to refrain from thinking

or moving my lips in an unfamiliar manner

i've more spit on my face than i've kisses

when should i start pushing up those daisies as you may have suggested

it's been considered, i've contemplated

often, i might add

i wish i could say it's your vessels that will save me

or your dilating pupils

or your fingertips

or your irregular heartbeat

or your cold ears

or the lovely crookedness of your lips in laughter

Author's Note

image credit:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikecina/5842702866/

Reviews

[Shep]

I like your poem, it has sprit. The words move me as I read and ponder there meaning.

[A.Pinto]

You've created some really great imagery in this poem. The whole piece is hanging under a shadow; dark and mysterious but beautiful.

[Leeroy Zopalinski]

you got a great flow, keep it up

[..]

So very nicely expressed, Love this.

[Emily B]

yes, yes, yes

you are a wonderful poet